Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 3.3: Trying To Be Difficult (3)

The sun was setting and it was starting to drizzle. The group quickly packed up their stuff and made their way home. He Jiang, too, was no exception. After removing his makeup and changing his clothes, he walked towards his car. He had a property in the vicinity that he often stayed in when he was in the city.

Seeing that, Shang Jing quickly dived into the front passenger seat of the car. Lin Lin, who saw the encounter from a distance, let out a deep sigh.

Even though He Jiang loved driving, he had never allowed anyone in his car before.

Earlier in the day when she wanted to tag along with him to the hospital, she had also had to drive her own car.

Shang Jing slouched in the seat lazily. He had no energy left to pick a fight with He Jiang.

He was hungry.

Since the car accident, he had not eaten anything other than taking a few sips of the ginger tea.

Oh, and had an IV drip.

He Jiang looked at Shang Jing through his peripheral vision. This person had put up such a pitiful front in the hospital but when they were on set, he had been so energetic. Now that they were alone in the car, he was slouching energetically like a whole different person. He was definitely a better actor than him.

There was a deafening silence in the car.

“You seem to be…” He Jiang tapped his fingers on the steering wheel before continuing, “... very different today.”

Oh?!

Shang Jing’s eyes widened and his mind went into overdrive.

Where did I go wrong? Has he found out I’ve lost my memories?

No, I cannot let that happen. I need to do something…

He had to quell He Jiang’s suspicions.

Shang Jing thought back to the shameful content of the diary, wanting to pick out one or two actions that seemed more acceptable to him to copy.

However, the more he thought about it, the more unnatural his expression became. Saying ‘Hubby, I love you’ regardless of the time and place was still out of his league.

Suddenly, a bright light in the distance caught his attention. It was the light from a supermarket. Inspiration hit him.

He straightened himself and pointed at the supermarke

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